archaic minds in modern aircraft
archaic minds educated in modernity
but in spirit far from it
archaic fearful spiteful minds
flying civilian weapons
sending a message as some put it
ideological thumb firmly in ideological mouth
god-book-blanky clutched desparately in what they insist
is the right hand for that

towers still silently burning in our minds

the one and only truth
flying deliberately
smashing deliberately
into lofty modernity's truth
pilots chanting of archaic righteousness
even of transcendent compassion
while crashing all the way in
sending a message as some put it
book-bound servants kicking Goliath in the shin
slinging stones at giants
winged screaming complaints
flung frantically up at heights of modernity

towers still silently burning in our minds

women clothed
no
smothered
in black ghostly manly resentments
of woman's innate powers
veils hiding that side of us
from us
from them
haunting women haunting women
and men
women owned
by that book
the book even they themselves insist
is in the right hands

towers still silently burning in our minds

the american empire as the new Moloch
the devouring demon of modernity
making cultural minced meat out of all the rest
a people of mythic proportions it would seem
a monstrous people
the americans
yet a people that also mourns its dead
cradles its new-borns
yearns for peace
while insisting its own precious book
is in the right hands

towers still silently burning in our minds

soon after that end
soon after that beginning
the stink of that screaming crashing message
still strong in the air
the stink of those archaic minds using
creations of modernity for archaic ends
screaming of righteous transcendent compassion
the stink of those crashing rotting dogmas
theirs
and ours
the stink of our own fears of what's next
for each of us
and whether any of us deserves it
whether it be some long-awaited
other-wordly back-pay for the blessed
or judgement for somebody's idea of our
and their
sins

towers still silently burning in our minds

* * * * * * * * *

but in my dream-time
I lift her veil
she invites me
she helps me
lift it off of her
and she lifts off of me
I invite
I help her
lift off of me
my own different veil
a veil though of terror all the same

in my dream-time
she and I then dig a shallow grave for these
terror-veils
shallow so we won't forget
she and I lay to forever-rest these veils of terror
these smotherings of that other side of ourselves

in my dream-time
she and I finally
unveiled to each other
unmasked
stripped of our terrors
bookless
standing there as we finally do
atop that shallow grave we've dug for all that
atop all those terrors now gone
atop both those archaic books
atop all the other archaic books too
atop all those slings and arrows
atop all those civilian weapons crashing
atop all those screaming archaic pilots
and their transcendent compassion

in my dream-time
she and I naked together finally
naked to each other
in a thoughtful daylight clear and bright
light shared with my parents
light shared with her parents
light shared with the idea
of our becoming someday parents ourselves
all around us watching us
all knowing as we know
now all abandoned here together after all that
what we must now do

in my dream-time
that woman and I
embrace
kiss
ask each other
eagerly courageously hopefully
ask each other silently
with hands and eyes and tongues
but without words
booklessly
we ask each other:
What's next for us?
And do we deserve it?